Date: Fri, 25 May 2007 16:19:20 -0400
From: Chris Mitchell
Subject: My Skater - Part 1
This is a work of adult fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, places
orevents is coincidental. All readers should be over the age of 18, or the
age of legal maturity in their society.
I watched "my" skater boys closely for months, secretly wishing I knew them
personally and not just from a distance. I went over the concept in my head
so many times. I considered going up to them and telling them what I wanted
to do with them, after all, I just wanted to lick on their sneakers and
maybe get one of them to rub my back with their soles like if I was a
skateboard. Nothing too unusual about that right? No, what if they thought
I was a freak and wanted to beat me up? Could I handle being rejected by
them? How would I explain to other people who knew me if I did get beaten
up?
Spending so much time secretly watching my skaters I learned much about
them. Brad is the part time skater and part time basketball jock, very
tall, strong, fast and definately hot. Brad spends a lot of time with his
girlfriend. Josh is kind of short, really nice short hair, has a nice upper
body build and has some really cool board tricks. Josh doesn't seem to have
a girlfriend, but seems to be independantly happy. Next, there is Jake.
Jake is a little shy seeming, he is pretty quiet in his group. Early in my
observations, Jake always had his girlfriend around, but a few weeks ago,
mysteriously, seemingly without reason, there was no more girlfriend. When
Jake's girl was around, he at least seemed happy, but now it seemed like
all he wanted to do was hang around with his skater friends, and even spend
some time at the park when the rest of his group wasn't around. It was on
one such evening that I decided to get up the balls to talk to Jake. I went
up to him, pretty calmly, and asked him if I could lick his sneakers. I got
about what I expected, I was called a freak and sent away. A few days later
I approached him a little differently, I was still calm, but I approached
and began appologizing for being so forward with my request previously. He
accepted my appology, but then informed me that "we don't need any fags
hanging around here". I was completely crushed. I couldn't even hang around
with my skaters, they hate homos. I spyed on my skaters less for the next
two weeks, as I got more depressed about the situation that I had gotten
myself into. After a few days of not watching the skaters at all, I went
back to my usual spot and started watching again. As I saw Jake with his
friends, realizing that I would never even get the chance to really know
him in any way but from a distance, I began to cry. When I finished crying,
I became a little more determined to get what I wanted. Since I wasn't
given the chance to prove my character, just sent away as an "unwanted
fag", I decided that I needed to have a chance to tell Jake how I feel, but
it wasn't like I could just walk up to him and tell him. I devised a plan,
a quite devious plan, to capture Jake.
The next morning I collected my supplies, some handcuffs, some rope, a
large duffle bag, some tape and a small spandex bondage hood. I went to the
park about noon to wait for the skaters to appear. At about 3PM, they
finally appeared. I spent several hours watching them before eventually all
of them left except for Jake. My plan was to capture Jake by hooding him
when he wasn't suspecting it, get him on the ground, cuff him, and then tie
his ankles. I was moving into position to do capture him, just as soon as
he finished boarding and was putting his stuff in his bag like he always
does. A few moments after I was in position I heard a board bouncing on the
skateboard ramp, then a thud and the sound of Jake screaming. I ran over to
see what had happened. Jake was laying on the ground, he wasn't moving at
first, but a few seconds after I approached him, he began moving some.
"Jake, are you ok?" I ask. He responds in a disoriented tone "yeah, I think
so". Once I confirm that he is ok, I procede with my plan, I tie him, hood
him and carry him (and his board, bag, and other gear) back to my house. I
hope no one sees me carrying a skater through the park, I doubt anyone did,
since by this time it has become quite dark. I put my bound skater in the
backseat of my car and then drive rapidly back to my house.
Once I am home, I pull into the garage and "unload" Jake, then I take him
to my bedroom. I untie Jake's ankles and put leg irons on him instead, and
then I attach his ankles to the foot of the bed. I then uncuff his hands,
removed his shirt and move his hands into a pair of leather bondage fist
mitts that I had already attached to my bed for him. Finally, the hood
comes off and his first questions start to rush in, much like a bird that
has been in a covered cage for the night. "What the fuck am I doing here?
Who the fuck are you? What happened to me?". I instruct him to calm down,
and I explain to him that he had a fall at the skate park and that I wanted
to make sure that he was ok, and since I didn't know where he lived (a lie,
I followed him there once) I thought I would take him to my home. "ok dude,
that explains where I am, but why am I fucking tied up like a thanksgiving
turkey?" I wasn't prepared for that question, so I decided to tell him the
truth, "well... I have wanted to talk to you for some time now, but you
wouldn't let me, so I decided to capture you, but before I had the chance,
you fell". His memory very quickly came back to him "YOU! You are that
fucking faggot who wanted to lick my shoes and shit!". I nodded and tried
to smile, it wasn't easy. I suddenly remembered my primary objective when I
started this insane little adventure, and I bounced to the foot of the bed
and started licking Jake's size 12 Osiris D3 2001 sneakers. They were a bit
dirty, but definately still very horny for me. Jake squirmed and tried to
pull his feet away. To make things a little more challenging for him, I put
some 5 pound leg weights on his ankles. I went back to licking the soles of
his sneakers, and he yelped "dude, im not a fag, stop it, dont do that!". I
sprang up and grabbed his nipples, twisted them and made him yell. I
lightened the touch and started rubbing his nipples, he closed his eyes and
started moaning. I noticed a slight bulge in his baggy jeans. I rubbed a
hand by it, just to make sure, it was definately stiff. I moved to using my
tounge on his nipples, which he seemed to not notice the change. I used my
hands to unbutton his jeans, unzipped them slowly and then freed his hard
cock from his boxers. He opened his eyes and glared at me "dude, im not
gay, get your hands off of my cock". I grabbed his cock hard and started
jerking on his, making him moan, but at the same time, I could see the look
of disgust on his face. I decided to make him squirm a little more, so I
took his cock in my mouth and started playing with his cockhead with my
tongue, and sucked on his cock with as much pressure as I could. I started
rubbing on his nipples as I sucked on his cock, and he finally cracked, he
started begging me to stop. "Come on dude, im serious, please stop, what do
you want from me? I'm not a fag". I stopped touching his body and then I
looked him in the eye and asked him "well, if you aren't a fag, why are you
so turned on right now?" he replied "I haven't had a girlfriend in a few
weeks, and I guess I haven't thought much about stimulation in a while".
"Likely story bitch!" I responded, he then yelled "I'm no one's bitch!".
He started to struggle against his bonds and tried to kick free. He failed
at his attempts, and I of course laughed at him. I went back to licking on
his sneakers, then he asked his first calm question of the entire event,
"So whats with you and this sneaker thing?" I tried to explain to him as
best as I could. "well, its complicated, I like you a lot, I mean, I admire
you, and your buddies. I want to lick your sneakers to show respect to
you. It turns me on to do things like that is a little humilating for me,
and perhaps amusing for you. In general, it excites me to be a bitch to
guys like you". He then seemed curious. "If you want to be my bitch, then
why are you doing this stuff to me?", "Because you wouldn't give me a
chance to talk to you, and you wouldn't listen to me when I tried to
explain myself to you". With that I sat down in a chair beside the bed, and
I put my feet up on the bed, near his face. He looked at them and told me
that he liked the way they looked, and he thought his friend Brad had some
similar. I couldnt' believe that this hot skater was complimenting my Nike
Shox OZ. The topic quickly shifted around and back to what seemed to be on
his mind from my explanation earlier. "Does the smell from my sneaks not
bother you dude?", "nope, not at all, I quite like it" I told him. "Thats
cool I guess, my girlfriend used to make me leave my sneakers outside all
the time, because of the smell, and the dirt I sometimes got on them, once
they even got rained on because of her, that really sucked." I sort of
chuckled at the thought of my beautiful skater's sneaks getting wet like
that. He then went on to tell me about another pair of sneaks he had "I
used to have this one pair of really hot basketball sneaks, hi tops, grey
and black, but I misplaced them and haven't seen them since." I started to
blush and then reached under the bed and pulled out the sneakers. He gasped
and demanded to know where I got them. "I sort of took them from your
locker at the park a few months ago", "but how did you know the
combination?", "it was fairly simple, you used your birthday as your
combination", "how did you know my birthday?", "I heard you tell a few of
the guys at the park", "how long you been watching us dude?", "quite a
while, been watching you, Brad and Josh".
He seemed to get comfortable with me for a bit, even though his nipples
were hard from the air of the room, and his penis was still laying out of
his pants, and not seeming to get any less hard. Jake's questioning of me
continued, "Are you attracted to the other guys' sneaks too?", I told him
yes, but not as much as his. Then I described to him what I had done before
with some of the sneakers that belong to his other friends. I told him
about following Brad home and taking his Nike Shox Sumpreamacy off of his
porch, playing with them and then cumming on them. Jake was intrigued by
the idea of someone cumming on Brad's sneaks, he wanted to know why I would
do that. "well, I suppose because its like claiming them, Brad still wears
them as his, but with another guy's cum on them, they aren't exactly
entirely his anymore". As we talked about cum so much, Jake remembered his
raging hard on, and wanted to know when he could get off. I told him that I
would get him off once I knew a few more things about him. I asked him why
it was he was so comfortable now, he blushed a little and then shyly
confessed "well... my girlfriend and I used to do kinky stuff like this
sometimes". As he was describing the stuff he did with his girlfriend, I
started thinking about doing the same things with him, and I took my own
cock out and started stroking mine at the same time as I was stroking
his. I rubbed my cock against his chest a little, threatening to jerk off
on his chest, and once again got his reminder that he isn't gay. I kept
stroking his cock, then then told him to lick my sneakers if he wanted to
be able to cum. He made another disgusted face, but then after i licked the
toes of his once again, he timidly licked at the toes of my sneakers, but I
could tell that he was sniffing at my sneakers as well. I asked him about
it, he told me it was because he had never been that close to another guy's
feet before and he wanted to know if mine smelled different from his. He
seemed a bit like he was a bit embarresed by something, and it didn't seem
to be related to him smelling my sneaks, then I asked the question that
seemed to be relevant at the time. "By any chance have you ever jerked off
smelling your own sneakers?" he shyly responded "uh huh". I laughed a bit
and told him to not worry about it.
I kept working on Jake's cock, as well as my own, and he was practically
begging me to get him off. I asked him "if I get you off, will you let me
lick your sneakers and maybe walk on me?" he still seemed uncertain "i dont
know dude, that still seems kind of gay" I responded to his insult by
taking a marker and writing on his upper thighs, on one side I wrote
"Sk8er" and on the other "Bitch!". He looked so very embarrassed when I did
that, and then I told him that I wouldn't jerk him off and I just continued
to stroke my own cock. Finally he gave in "ok dude, fine, i'll do it, just
don't tell anybody and please get me off, my cock so needs it". I started
playing with his cock again slowly, and we talked about exactly what it was
I wanted. As I told him more of the details, he seemed a little more
comfortable with things, and then he presented me another possibility for
things. Jake told me that if I wanted to be his bitch, I had to take my
sneaker off and put it under his cock when I finally got him to cum. I did
as he ordered, I took of one of my sneakers and put it on his chest, then I
stroked his cock strongly, and got him so worked up, and finally let him
shoot. He shot a huge load right into my right Shox. As soon as he was
finished, I put my sneaker back on my bare foot and licked the remaining
cum from his cockhead.
I quickly moved to his sneakers and started licking the soles feverishly as
I stroked my own cock. I took one of his sneakers off and sniffed it
briefly. god, Jake's feet have the most awesome smell. I slid the sneaker
back on his foot and continued licking while I finished off my cock. As I
finished I shot my load all over his sneakers. For the first time since I
started watching him, I saw Jake have the biggest smile on his face.
"So, you really like the smell of my feet?"
"yeah, I do"
"Thats so awesome, my girlfriend didn't like my sneakers or my foot smell,
you like both and you seem to understand me a little better than my skater
friends"
With that, he looked at me, and I released his restraints. He pulled his
jeans back up, stood up, and then pushed me down to the floor to lick the
cum from his sneakers. Jake and I spent a lot more time that day talking
about varying things, including his interests in sneakers and in bondage,
as well as how he will handle introducing me to his other friends.